by Sarah Hawke
“Look, all I’m saying is that you should go over there and talk to him,” Aluriel said. “Let him know how glad you are that he’s here.”
“No,” I insisted.
“No? Why?”
“Because General Serrane doesn’t fraternize with her troops.”
Aluriel rolled her eyes. “Honey, I wasn’t saying you should go over there and suck his cock. Just say ‘hi’ to him.”
“Why?”
“So that he knows you’re aware of his existence. So that you can maybe start forming a relationship with the real you.” She shrugged. “So that maybe later tonight you can have your calves perched up on his shoulders while he squeezes his big, strong hands around your neck.”
I sighed and glanced away. “You know that’s never going to happen.”
“Not as long as you insist on being miserable whenever you’re not in costume,” Aluriel said.
“I can’t afford to take the chance that he might recognize me,” I murmured. “The illusion barely disguise our voices, and I spoke to him about a week ago.”
“Escar’s mercy,” she breathed. “You’re paranoid!”
“I have to be. There’s too much at stake.”
“Only in your mind.” Aluriel placed her hand on my arm and squeezed. “You can’t live like this forever, honey. The whole point in using the magical disguises was to give you confidence so you could eventually let yourself go. This ‘Faewyn’ character can’t last forever. At some point Serrane Starwind needs to have some fun, too.”
“Maybe,” I murmured, glancing back to the gaping hole in the crumbling wall. “But not until the Roskarim threat is over.”
“The way things are going, that could be a long time. But regardless, they’re not going to attack in the next few hours. If you’re heading out into the tundra tomorrow, the least you can do is have some fun tonight.”
I sighed and brushed a stray blonde lock of hair from my face. As difficult as it was for me to admit, I really did want to go over there and speak with Cassel. He seemed like a genuinely interesting man, but I’d never had much of a chance to get to know him. For some reason, neither of us was ever in the mood to talk when I was dressed up as Faewyn…
The other hard truth was that I had never been particularly good with men. Order my rangers around was one thing, but simple concepts like flirting and small talk continued to elude me. Even growing up in Nelu’Thalas I had never been a social butterfly; I had always been too focused on my work and duty to bother with social niceties.
Maybe that’s why you never had any friends back home. Maybe that’s why you left it all behind and came here to live among humans.
“I’ll talk to him,” I said eventually.
Aluriel smirked. “Good. I’ll come with so I can—”
“Alone,” I added pointedly.
“Oh, fine,” she muttered, flicking her wrist dismissively. “I guess I’ll find some way to busy myself in the meantime.”
I grunted softly and shook my head. Here I was, an adult woman in charge of an army of scouts and soldiers, and I was still acting like a schoolgirl seeking a first kiss. It was beyond embarrassing. Sometimes I swore I was a completely different person when I was wearing my Faewyn disguise. I wouldn’t have hesitated to stride right up to Cassel and beg him and all his friends to have their way with me.
A part of me desperately wanted to put on my costume right now. All my fears and anxieties would melt away, and I would get to spend the entire night on my back looking up into his dark eyes as he took me over and over again. My toes curled in my boots at the thought of him thrusting into me…
I bit down on my lip and shook away the reverie as Cassel said something to his men and began walking across the courtyard. If I wanted to speak to him alone, this was my chance.
“Here goes nothing,” I whispered. Drawing in a final deep breath, I braced myself for the worst and moved to intercept him.
“General Serrane,” he said, offering me a crisp salute. “It’s an honor, ma’am. Knight-Captain Cassel, at your service. We met once before when—”
“I remember you, Captain,” I assured him, trying my best to smile like a normal person. It felt incredibly forced, and the butterflies in my stomach refused to stop. “I wasn’t expecting reinforcements for a while yet.”
He smiled back. “I’m not sure I’d consider one man ‘reinforcements,’ but I’ll take it as a compliment.”
The butterflies fluttered so hard my knees threaten to buckle. “You’re, uh…you’re alone?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” Cassel said. “I had just been stationed in one of the villages at the edge of the Peaks, but when I heard what happened I knew I needed to be here. There’s a lot more glory to be had fighting barbarians than defending farmers.”
“This isn’t about glory, Captain. We’re here to defend the border and save as many lives as we can.”
“Er…yes, of course, General. Sorry, I, uh…I didn’t mean to suggest…”
I grit my teeth so hard it hurt. You’re here to flirt with this man, and the first thing you do is berate him? What the hell is the matter with you?
“It’s all right,” I soothed. “I’m glad you’re here—the Watch and I can use the help. These old walls have seen better days.”
“Yes, they have,” he agreed, studying the crumbling battlements. We stood there in awkward silence for what felt like a small eternity, and I balled my right into a fist in frustration.
Why are you making this so difficult? Just say something—anything! It’s not like he’s a stranger—you’ve sucked his cock more times than you can count. You’ve worn his seed on every part of your body.
“Well, you have quite the reputation as a warrior, Captain,” I said after a moment, tilting into the long shadows so he couldn’t see my arm trembling. “I’m looking forward to seeing you in action.”
Cassel smiled again, though this time it seemed forced. “I’ll do my best not to disappoint you, General. I’m honored to be here.”
I tried to smile back, but my cheeks felt so flushed I could barely stand it. I was three times this man’s age and probably had ten times his experience—why the hell was I so anxious? Why the hell did I even care what he thought?
“Are you, um…?” I muttered as I struggled to swallow the lump in my throat. “Are you supposed to be on duty tonight, Captain?”
His eyebrow arched slightly in confusion. “Is anyone ever off-duty in Icewatch? I was planning on meeting with some of my men and touring the fort a bit, then turning in early. Unless there is something specific you need…?”
Ask him if he wants to grab a drink in the tavern. Hell, ask him if he wants to go over some troop reports in your office. Just ask him to do something.
“Not tonight, Captain,” I said instead. My heart was pounding my ears so hard I feared I might pass out. “I’ll speak with you in the morning.”
“Of course, General,” he said, offering me a confused and stilted half-bow. “Anything you need.”
I forced another smile, then turned and dashed away as quickly as I could without making a fool of myself. I couldn’t actually breathe until I had rounded a corner where he couldn’t see me.
“Well, that was…something,” Aluriel murmured as she materialized from the shadows.
“Don’t,” I growled, bracing my hand against the wall. “Just don’t.”
“Sera, honey, it shouldn’t be this difficult to talk to a man you’ve slept with a few dozen times,” she said, placing her hand on my arm.
“I haven’t slept with him,” I said. “Faewyn has.”
Aluriel blinked. “Uh, honey…”
“I know how it sounds,” I told her. “And I know it shouldn’t make such a big difference, but it does. It’s like I’m a completely different person when I’m cloaked in that illusion.”
“But you’re not. And you can’t keep leading a double life forever. Sooner or later you’re going to have to learn how to live as Serrane agai
n.”
“Maybe,” I said. “But not tonight.”
Aluriel arched a brown eyebrow at me. “I know that look. What are you planning to do?”
“Exactly what you wanted me to,” I said. “I’m going to head to my quarters, put on my costume, and beg him to fuck me.”
“I see,” she said, smiling and pushing a tongue into her cheek. “Does Faewyn want her sister’s help on this adventure?”
“No,” I said. “Peering around the corner until I spotted Cassel heading up the hill towards the brothel. “She’ll handle this one all by herself.”
***
Five minutes later I was alone in my temporary quarters above the barracks, and a minute after that I was standing naked in front of the full-size mirror next to the dressing table. I had never been oblivious to how easily the mere sight of my sleek elven figure could arouse men. I felt their eyes upon me wherever I went, even in the Duskwatch Tower back in Highwind. My rangers were smart enough to sneak their peeks when they thought I wasn’t looking, but for a long time even their sideways glances had still annoyed me. I had wanted them to fear and respect me, not lust after me.
That was never the case when I was Faewyn. I didn’t just appreciate their lecherous eyes—I yearned for them. I loved watching them struggle to hide their erections; I loved seeing the raw, primal hunger in their eyes. And even when they were finally buried to the hilt inside me, I loved knowing that they would dream about the impossible grip of my tight elven cunt for the rest of their short lives.
Aluriel was right that I wouldn’t be able to keep up this charade forever. If I wasn’t careful, someone would eventually see through my disguise and ruin everything. Faewyn needed to go away soon, and I needed to figure out how Serrane could take her place.
But not just yet.
Grinning, I retrieved the magical choker from my pack and clasped it around my neck. When I tapped the tiny gem at its center, I could actually feel the shift in the Aetheric currents as the powerful illusion magic trapped within washed over me. In the span of a few seconds my blonde hair turned black, my blue eyes turned brown, and nose and lips shifted ever-so-slightly. I couldn’t believe how comfortable I had grown looking at the reflection of a different woman…or how much I wished I could be like her all the time. Faewyn felt as real as Serrane sometimes, as bizarre as that seemed. She lived a unique, separate life free of expectations and responsibility. And that freedom wasn’t just liberating—it was downright intoxicating. When Aluriel had originally suggested the idea, I had thought she was crazy…but now I couldn’t imagine functioning without it.
I smiled as I dabbed on a bit of lipstick. The magical disguise didn’t include makeup, but even if it did I would have worn some anyway. There was no faster way to shatter an illusion than to skimp on important sensory details. As Aluriel liked to say, a little bit of lipstick on a man’s cock went a long way.
I slipped into a scandalously short black dress and matching heels, then dashed over to the window and cracked it open. I couldn’t afford to be spotted strutting around the garrison like this without drawing suspicion, so I waited until the back streets were clear before I lowered myself down. The heels complicated my landing, but I still managed well enough. I’d had enough practice wearing them over the past month that I was reasonably sure I could fight a pack of gnolls in them if necessary.
It only took me a few minutes to track the Knight-Captain into the brothel, and he was already several cups deep. He was laughing with some squires and flirting with one of the whores. She was passably attractive and probably needed their coin; it almost made me feel bad for what I was about to do.
Almost.
Smiling, I strode across the bar and placed my arm on Cassel’s shoulder. He turned mid-laugh, but when he saw me his face lit up in surprise.
“Hey,” he stammered as he eyed me up and down. “I…what are you doing all the way up here in Icewatch? It isn’t safe for…”
He trailed off when I pushed a bundle of cloth into his hand. I smiled up at him, my tongue pushed seductively into my cheek, until he opened his fingers and realized he was holding my thong.
His friends were every bit as dumbstruck as he was, but I didn’t wait for them to regather their wits. I turned and sauntered towards the stairs leading down into the cellar, my hips swaying rhythmically back and forth thanks to my heels. I could feel their eyes feasting upon me, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit how much I liked it. I spent so much of my life as a hunter that I sometimes forgot how fun it was to be prey.
I calmly descended the steps, knowing that Cassel wouldn’t be far behind. The only question was whether he would come alone or bring his friends with him. Grinning in anticipation, I scampered over to the empty wooden table between the wine racks, hopped up on the edge, and crossed my long legs.
The Captain didn’t disappoint me; the cellar door cracked open barely ten seconds later, and I heard the sound of enough booted footfalls to know that I had indeed brought the squires with him. Apparently he was a good commander after all; a leader knew how to take care of his men.
All three of them were deathly silent as they approached me, and I allowed my feet to dangle delicately in the air until they were standing right in front of me. At that point I smiled and locked my eyes on Cassel, then slowly uncrossed my legs and leaned back on my palms to give them a clean, unobstructed view of my quim.
“Escar’s mercy,” the redheaded squire on the left breathed. He was having trouble standing straight, and his other young friend, a dapper black-haired squire, was having the same problem. He swallowed so hard I was surprised he didn’t choke on his tongue.
Thankfully Cassel had enough composure for both of them. After casting aside his gauntlets, he took a knee in front of the table and placed his hands on my calves. He traced his fingers up to my knees and then halfway up my thigh, appreciating the smoothness of my skin, before he nudged my legs further apart and leaned in to kiss my quim.
His tongue was like lightning on my clit. I clamped down on my lip and grabbed his hair, desperate to keep him from escaping. Not that he wanted to—he had demonstrated his love of slit-licking the second time we met, and I wasn’t embarrassed to admit it was one of the reasons I kept going back to him. He was even better than Aluriel, which up until recently I would have sworn was impossible.
“Ooh!” I cried out as I leaned all the way back onto the table. I clamped my thighs around his forehead when his tongue plunged inside me, and I closed my eyes and squealed as a long overdue climax shuddered through me. Cassel didn’t pull away, though—he dutifully continued his feast, and I knew he would bring me again in just a few moments. Unfortunately, I wasn’t sure the two squires could last that long.
I beckoned them over. I had never seen two men tear off their trousers more quickly; within ten seconds I had two hard, gorgeous cocks dangling in front of my mouth. I took one in each hand and began slowly stroking their shafts. They groaned and clenched their teeth in near unison, and I half-expected to get a face full of seed for my efforts. But apparently their knightly training gave them just enough discipline to hold out—at least for now.
I leaned up and kissed the redhead’s cock. He moaned again, and I stared straight at him as I lathered the swollen tip with my tongue. I could see a lifetime’s worth of sexual fantasies dancing across his face—how many times had he stroked himself to climax imagining an elf maiden on her knees in front of him? How many times had he dreamt about her worshipping his cock and begging for his seed? The thought sent another climax shuddering through me, and I clamped my thighs even harder around Cassel’s head.
“Fuck me!” I begged. “Fuck me now!”
The Knight-Captain eventually wriggled free, and I watched in gleeful anticipation as he stood and unbuckled his trousers. But before he could slam into me, the black-haired squire ran out of patience. He grabbed the side of my head, pulled me towards him, and shoved his cock down my throat.
Six months ago, I would have a
lmost certainly gagged. But after our first outing as Faewyn and Laryssa, I had begged Aluriel to teach me how to relax enough to swallow a full stem. I had used the technique countless times since—many of the men I played with enjoyed fucking my mouth almost as much as they enjoyed fucking my cunt. And I had never been more grateful for the experience than this moment.
“Take it all, slut!” he snarled as he grabbed two thick handfuls of hair. “Take it…oh, shit!”
I clenched the sides of the table as his seed flooded my throat. He obviously hadn’t spilled in a while; I struggled to keep up with the sheer volume of each spurt. But I kept my eyes locked on him anyway, knowing that he would remember the sight of a beautiful elf maiden inhaling his cock for the rest of his life…
He practically keeled over once he’d finished, and I barely had time to swallow before Cassel pushed my legs apart and nudged the tip of his cock into my quim. He looked down at me as if he were asking my permission, and in response I licked the seed from my lips, locked my ankles behind his back, and pulled him deeper inside me.
As always, he fit so perfectly I couldn’t help but cry out in ecstasy. He fucked me slowly, rhythmically, and my whimpers were so pathetic I would have been embarrassed if I weren’t so delirious. When his strong hand squeezed my tits, I almost lost it.
“Oh, gods,” the redhead stammered. I belatedly realized I had completely forgotten about him, and when I turned I saw him frantically stroking himself and tilting to the side so he would explode across the floor instead of me. Was he really that inexperienced, or was this some kind of misguided chivalry?
Either way, it was unacceptable. I reached out to grab his cock, and I pointed it right back where it belonged—namely, me. I knew he wouldn’t last long enough for me to swallow him, so instead I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to give him a more tempting target…